He was exactly as described, if not better. Enrique was 28, 6'2, 220lbs, a divorced father of two. He worked in construction and had a naturally built body. Late one night that he got drunk, my friend ended up sucking him off, which led to regular blowjobs. Frankie had been a "first" for many straight men. He would clean their houses. He would cook their meals. If a man wants to eat steak every day, Frankie wouldn't tell him to eat salad instead. He wasn't a girlfriend. He was a foot-fag.

Enrique slumped down in the armchair and switched to a sports channel. Frankie and I were side by side, naked on our knees. I shot a glance at his feet. Like the rest of him, his feet were beautiful, wide at the ball and all veiny, high-arched size 13s. They looked enormous from my carpet-level perspective. No hard skin, no long toenails. His second toe was ever so slightly longer than the big toe, with short dark hairs sprouting on the tops.

"Frankie talks a lot about you. If you're as good as he is, I'll keep you too" he said.

I immediately fell in love with his masculine voice and laid-back attitude. I wasn't surprised to see I was trembling with excitement as he gave us a pair of his running shoes to sniff while he made us his footstool, resting his legs upon our backs. I placed my nose to that sock stuffed inside the shoe and deeply inhaled all the warm, sweat stains in the fabric.

After a while Enrique flipped me over so I was underneath him and he planted his large, beefy feet on my chest. That weight pressing on me felt great. He wiggled his toes under my nose and I took a couple of deep breaths before I kissed his bottoms. I turned my head and fitted my right cheek into the high arch on his left foot. Frankie was totally ignored at the moment. Enrique started moving both feet backwards and forwards, as if wiping them on a doormat, which I guess I was. I couldn't help but to lick a little.

"My feet turn you on, don't they?"

I didn't speak, just nodded. He watched me with a grin, pleased to see I was drooling for his feet. Foot worship doesn't give them sexual pleasure, Frankie says, it can be odd, even gross for some men. Yet it's the submission to their power that pleases them. I guess nothing denotes submission to a man like the kissing of his foot.

His big toe pushed against my mouth, it parted my lips and rubbed against my teeth. I almost unconsciously sucked it greedily. I sucked each toe, then I stretched my mouth as widely as I could and sucked the whole foot. I lapped out my tongue and bathed the sole of his foot from heel to toe. It certainly tasted stronger around the high-sweat areas. If you've tasted another guy's foot, you already know. Deep sniffing, kissing, biting his meaty heel, toe sucking, tonguing in between the toes, licking, massaging, I did all. The skin of his feet was generally soft. I even lightly scrached his smooth arch and got a reaction. My sharp finger really dug in. I'd love to tickle him sometime.

Enrique pushed me out of the way and stood up. I looked up at him with that begging expression again. He had us turn around, bend over and grab hold of our ankles. Soon I felt something slimy press against my naked ass. The object was wriggled and rotated until it slowly entered me, stretching me out, wider and wider, my asshole closed around it with a wet slap. I had been been plugged with what I realised was a dog tail. Frankie got plugged too.

"Let's see who wants daddy's feet the most! Show me your joy, boys!"

Now we had dog tails to express our feelings so we wagged them. I wasn't into this whole dog idea, but I wouldn't back down. Frankie and I sped up wagging, both licking his feet in a semiconscious state, our moves almost synchronized, Enrique playing us off against each other. It was stupid, but fun. He grabbed my jaw and pulled his face so close to mine that I could feel his hot breath. I didn't dare look him in the eyes, dogs never do, right? Suddenly he slapped me in the face and it was hard enough to sting. Tears of shock come into my eyes.

"Open up that mouth!" he ordered.

I did and he spit a huge load of spit inside which I swallowed. Then he offered his large, strong hand to my lips. I smelled and licked the hand that had just slapped me. I felt so small and pathetic in his presence. He was so confident it made my asshole clench around the plug. I was leaking precum all over the floor.

"Do you like my feet, boy?" he asked in his powerful manner, his sexy voice booming inside my head. I nodded and got patted on the head.

"That's right. You better like my fucking feet. You're gonna be licking them a lot from now on".

He reached for his dick and started massaging it over the towel, then pulled that dick out. I saw it growing before my eyes as he stroked it to its full hardness. It was decent sized with low hanging balls and a nice vein running down the side. He placed both hands on Frankie's head, shot me a smile as if to say watch this and pushed all in, then nodded in approval of my friend's skills.

"Yeah, just like that. F-u-c-k..."

Enrique pumped his hips up and down, those massive thighs flexed, grabbing Frankie's head, fucking his mouth crazy, calling him his little cocksucker. His speed increased, so did Frankie's moans. It didn't take long before he shot his load. Frankie and I also shot our loads. With our balls empty now, we all shifted mindsets.

"How about a cold beer?" Enrique suggested. He put his hands behind his head, stretched his body and let out a relaxed sigh. I looked at the clock. It was surprisingly late but I didn't mind, I was so eager to be with him. "Sure" I said. Frankie headed off toward the kitchen. I was left alone with Enrique for the first time. For a second I wasn't sure what to say or do. He grabbed his shorts on the floor so I grabbed mine. He squeezed my shoulder. Man, he was pretty forceful in the way he touched.

"Did you have a good time?"

"I had a great time" I admitted.

"I'm surely going to enjoy having both of you" he said.

Frankie walked in with beers and a big bowl of popcorn. We massaged Enrique's feet some more while we all had a nice conversation about every day things, which I think was the best part. I grabbed the empties and brought them back to the kitchen. We were about to leave when Enrique picked up his damp socks and shoved them in my pocket. I had earned those, he said.

Talking about it later with Frankie, recreating the events, we laughed a lot. Frankie helped me realise (I owe you, buddy!) there are straight men out there looking for our services. I shouldn't just sit around jacking off alone dreaming about them, but sacrifice some time, comfort and pride to make a man's life easier.

That was the first of many nights to follow.

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